February 25, 2007
I feel I live proof that age is only a number. The number stopped feeling comfortable last year. And now this year it feels utterly depressing. Developmental Psychology was the saddest class ever. This is my physical peak and itís downhill from here. Iím getting old for sure. Itís inevitable. And the worst part? Sharing my birthday with a dead man. I always knew that was unfortunate, and now it just sucks. This is my justifiable time to let go and give up. To quit at this whole life thing. Iím sorry. I canít always do this. Roll over. Die.